Thursday, December 24, 2009

yes, yes, process

do you remember when we knew eachother?
just the other month or another.
another life, another way to live the life.
another half chanced dance of pity and grief.

i puked up carnations for your morning breath.

do you remember faking our lives with eachother?
just the other lunch on the mother.
another strife, another way to cloud my strife.
another semi quasi thought process that left me in abcess.

i thrifted lillies for your living death.

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